Romance


My First Older Woman

I was 18 years old at the time and I lived right next door to two wonderful women. The first one was an adorable thirteen-year-old that worshiped the ground that I walked on. She would do anything that I asked of her and she did. She even gave me her virginity when I asked for it. Gretchen was looking very good the day that I asked her. She was in an orange bikini top and a pair of white short shorts that looked like they were painted on. She had on open toed shoes and her fingernails and toenails were painted bright red. She had on a light shade of pink lipstick too. I loved the way her shorts were tucked up into the crack of her ass and the way they formed a snug "V" around her pussy.

Perfect Wife

The third person I ever had sex with was my husband so you couldn't call me promiscuous. I lost my virginity aged 18 during a drunken student party and I was not at all impressed with the whole sex thing. The second man came along two years later; he was my first long term love, well a few months anyway. Then there was Paul, we dated; we got engaged and eventually married. I didn't know and didn't care if our sex life was good or not, it was good enough for me. We had and still do have sex regularly and he brings me to completion more often than not, I was content. We were celebrating 10 years of marriage and my 35th birthday with a foreign holiday.

A Night of Pure Sexual Bliss!

Danni finished work early and rushed home to fulfill a desire within herself. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and she was aching for some attention paid to her pussy. That evening while at work she download some porn and instead of doing spreadsheets, she was wishing she could indeed spread some sheets. The office was quiet at this time because only three women worked the late shift, and they were in separate offices.Sometimes the owner of the company stayed around to complete his business transactions.

Imaginary Valentine

Like usual, we chat on line telling each other what we were going to do when we finally hooked up. What we would do on our big Valentine's Day date. What we would wear. What we would eat. What... What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our "big date". Wanting to have you read me that Valentine's card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentine's poem that I'd written just for you. Roses are red...

Just By Reputation

It was a sweltering summer day in early July. Little kids holding mommy's hand crossed streets, clutching on huge plastic sand toys. Beautiful women in skimpy bikini's strolled the streets, while tough, hispanic looking men whistled at their legs. Brian had just moved into his new home. It was a rather big place, large enough for him to set up his massage shop. He had been going strong in the massage world, making quite a bit of money. Brian considered himself rather good at what he did, and that was the truth. Of course, every once in a while he would move, to expand his shop. Now, having a four story house all to himself was perfect.

Daytime Friends, Nightime Lovers

PrologueShe wanted to remember. The hookah was a beautiful piece. It stood at 4.5 feet. Dark red... it always was her favorite color. This hookah was her personal prize. It only had one hose, one smoker. She pulled the airtight box from its hiding place and opened the lid. Once released, the heady aroma drifted, tickling her nose. The new batch of bud was a dark green, but the crystals were so thick it turned everything pastel. Breaking it apart just enough to smoke easy, she arranged the weed in the hookah's bowl. Covering everything and arranging the freshly lit charcoals, she lifted the velvet covered hose and took her first drag.

Robert and his wife.

There was something wrong, he could feel it whoever it was who said only women have intuition and gut instincts well they were very wrong, Tilly was never late, never mind two bloody hours late although I mean well she did text to say she was running a little bit late but not two hours and she didn't say why she would be late! He glances around the hotel bar sipping his beer when he notices heads turning towards the entrance he looks around to see what the commotion is, Ahh there she is my princess, She struts over to the bar in her tight black pencil skirt that moulds her perfectly toned bum, she wore a green silk blouse today that showed she was blessed with a large firm 36G chest.

My Friend James

I had never thought of James in a sexual way. He had always been just the friend, the really good friend. The kind that you didnt have to act any certain way around him. I had never felt incredbily comfortable with the body i had. I was awkward, never once thinking of myself as someone sexy or desirable in any way. One night I was sitting on the couch with James, my head was in his lap and my eyes were closed. Everyone else had left the party, the alcohol of course had gone straight to my head, i was never much of a drinker. I cant remember the song that was playing but it was something very loud and irritating. James was playing with my long blonde hair, twirling it between his fingers.

South Dakota Sioux Indian

I fell in love with Rapid City, South Dakota while I was visiting Mount Rushmore, the Crazy Horse Memorial, and Wild Bill Hickok's grave in Deadwood. I had won enough money to finance that trip on a hand of poker with aces and eights, like Wild Bill had when he was shot in the back of the head. While I was in the area I decided that I could run my Internet business just as easily from there as I could from my hometown, so I moved. As a sideline I went looking for someone who made Black Hills Gold jewelry that I could buy cheap and sell high. Well apparently that had been done to death because I couldn't find any available source.

Her Cheating Husband

I had listened to Cheryl complain about her cheating husband almost every night at work. We both worked the night shift as security guards. Cheryl was a pretty woman of thirty-six. That was her bra size too because we used to joke about that and the fact that her husband always called her Double-D. I was sixty-two years old and thinking about retirement, my wife left me years ago, and I found Cheryl to be very attractive. She sure filled out her uniform. I liked the way her shirt gapped between the buttons across her breasts. I enjoyed seeing glimpses of her colored bras. Most of her bras were lacy and looked really pretty from what I was could see.